Why did we start to think more about function and less about beauty? and why is the worst thing you can say about beauty is that it is in the eye of the beholder? Taking a look back at Stefan Sagmeister's Lecture before the opening of the exhibition "Sagmeister & Walsh: A Retrospective"

A battered cliché claims that "a picture is worth a thousand words," and another pertains that "the image speaks for itself." But what can we do when there are no words and what is the role of spoken and written language in a field in which line, color, material, composition and texture - are so central?